When You Can't Sleep at Night
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~*POV Jaime*~ (A.N. OMG FIRST POV CHANGE)
Holy fuck. Tone... My always smiling Tony Turtle self harmed. If it weren't for the blood and his tear-jerking confession I wouldn't believe it... I'm really worried about him, he passed out for 5 hours! Maybe I should take him to the hospital...
If he's still light headed after I get this cleaned up then I'll take him, he can't be in good shape, there's a lot of blood...
I took the towel that was already stained and used it to mop up the blood on the tiled floor. I found some bleach under the sink and used it on the bathmat. If it ruins it, oh well, I can't have this room looking like a murder scene.
Just as I was about done, Tony burst through the door and ran towards the toilet, spilling the contents of his stomach. I winced as he fell to the floor.
"Jaime," he whispered, "There was blood, so much blood."
"I know Tone, I know," I said as I walked over to him. I rubbed his back and leaned over to flush the toilet. I saw that their was a thick red substance in his puke that scarily reminded me of blood. I looked over at him, instantly so much more worried. He looked really bad. Ok, I'm taking him to the hospital.
"Tony," I said, "Stand up. I'm taking you to the hospital, you look terrible."
His eyes widened with fear, "No," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, "No hospitals, they'll think I'm crazy."
"No they won't," I said calmly, trying to sooth him, "They're going to fix you right up. They'll make sure you didn't lose too much blood, and they'll stitch you up if they need to ok?"
He stayed quiet.
"Tony please," I begged, "Do it for me, your best friend, I need you here. We've been friends for long, I don't know what I'd do if you died on my watch."
He didn't move.
"If you won't do it for me," I whispered, "Do it for him. Whoever it is that caused this, show him that you're stronger than he was. Show him that you're ok."
He stood up and walked out of the bathroom. I sighed with relief and followed him to my car.
By the time we got to the hospital he had passed out again. This caused me to drive faster and get pulled over for speeding. But after I explained the situation, I got away with a warning and a 'drive safely' lecture. How can I drive safely when my friend could die?
When I carried him into the emergency room, the nurses took him from me and stuck me in a waiting room with paperwork to fill out. Good thing I've known Tony for along time, or I might not of been able to do it accurately.
After I was done I waited what felt like an eternity before I got to see him. He had been taken out of the emergency room and put into general admission.
"He definitely lost too much blood," a nurse said as she led me to his room, "His body went into shock, you were smart to bring him here. He received a blood transfusion and is now receiving liquids. There were some pretty deep gashes in his thighs which we stitched up. He should be able to go home tomorrow."
So he did need stitches, that sucks. I nodded to the nurse as we entered his room. I saw him laying in bed, sound asleep. He was hooked up to a few machines and an IV. I smiled slightly as he let out a small snore. I'm glad he's ok. I was just about to sit down when my phone rang.
I pulled it out and saw that it was Vic calling me. Fuck. Tony and I were supposed to be at their house an hour ago for practice. I answered the phone;
"Oh my god Vic I'm so sorry I didn't call you. Tony's in the hospital, he's fine now though but he lost a lot of blood. They're keeping him overnight to make sure he's ok," I said hastily, without taking a breath.
"Jaime," he said, his perfect voice instantly calming me down, "Jaime chill, I understand. Mike and I'll be there soon. I want to know what happened when we get there though. OK?"
I took a deep breath, "Yeah ok."
Holy fuck. Tone... My always smiling Tony Turtle self harmed. If it weren't for the blood and his tear-jerking confession I wouldn't believe it... I'm really worried about him, he passed out for 5 hours! Maybe I should take him to the hospital...
If he's still light headed after I get this cleaned up then I'll take him, he can't be in good shape, there's a lot of blood...
I took the towel that was already stained and used it to mop up the blood on the tiled floor. I found some bleach under the sink and used it on the bathmat. If it ruins it, oh well, I can't have this room looking like a murder scene.
Just as I was about done, Tony burst through the door and ran towards the toilet, spilling the contents of his stomach. I winced as he fell to the floor.
"Jaime," he whispered, "There was blood, so much blood."
"I know Tone, I know," I said as I walked over to him. I rubbed his back and leaned over to flush the toilet. I saw that their was a thick red substance in his puke that scarily reminded me of blood. I looked over at him, instantly so much more worried. He looked really bad. Ok, I'm taking him to the hospital.
"Tony," I said, "Stand up. I'm taking you to the hospital, you look terrible."
His eyes widened with fear, "No," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, "No hospitals, they'll think I'm crazy."
"No they won't," I said calmly, trying to sooth him, "They're going to fix you right up. They'll make sure you didn't lose too much blood, and they'll stitch you up if they need to ok?"
He stayed quiet.
"Tony please," I begged, "Do it for me, your best friend, I need you here. We've been friends for long, I don't know what I'd do if you died on my watch."
He didn't move.
"If you won't do it for me," I whispered, "Do it for him. Whoever it is that caused this, show him that you're stronger than he was. Show him that you're ok."
He stood up and walked out of the bathroom. I sighed with relief and followed him to my car.
By the time we got to the hospital he had passed out again. This caused me to drive faster and get pulled over for speeding. But after I explained the situation, I got away with a warning and a 'drive safely' lecture. How can I drive safely when my friend could die?
When I carried him into the emergency room, the nurses took him from me and stuck me in a waiting room with paperwork to fill out. Good thing I've known Tony for along time, or I might not of been able to do it accurately.
After I was done I waited what felt like an eternity before I got to see him. He had been taken out of the emergency room and put into general admission.
"He definitely lost too much blood," a nurse said as she led me to his room, "His body went into shock, you were smart to bring him here. He received a blood transfusion and is now receiving liquids. There were some pretty deep gashes in his thighs which we stitched up. He should be able to go home tomorrow."
So he did need stitches, that sucks. I nodded to the nurse as we entered his room. I saw him laying in bed, sound asleep. He was hooked up to a few machines and an IV. I smiled slightly as he let out a small snore. I'm glad he's ok. I was just about to sit down when my phone rang.
I pulled it out and saw that it was Vic calling me. Fuck. Tony and I were supposed to be at their house an hour ago for practice. I answered the phone;
"Oh my god Vic I'm so sorry I didn't call you. Tony's in the hospital, he's fine now though but he lost a lot of blood. They're keeping him overnight to make sure he's ok," I said hastily, without taking a breath.
"Jaime," he said, his perfect voice instantly calming me down, "Jaime chill, I understand. Mike and I'll be there soon. I want to know what happened when we get there though. OK?"
I took a deep breath, "Yeah ok."
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